Tag: PulpRev

  • Shanghai Bleeding Part 1

    The Last Honest Cops Detective Sergeant Wong Lihan was one of the last honest cops in Shanghai. His home stood in mute testimony to that fact. There was no carpet. The wooden floors were exposed and battered, the varnish long faded to a dull brown, and here and there were small pits and blackened stubs.…

  • A High Art

    Our art is The rending of flesh; The breaking of bones; The tearing of nerves; The domination of wills. Our art is Steel scribing perfect arcs; Wood smoking on impact; Survival in a lightning shuffle; Strength through motion. Our art is Eight angles of attack; Eight million methods of combat; Infinite ways to wrestle, crush,…

  • Movie Review: Avengers: Infinity War

    Thanos has come. Seeking the Infinity Stones, the omnicidal maniac intends to use their limitless power to pursue his maddened dreams of death beyond cosmic measure. Every Marvel Cinematic Universe hero must band together on an epic quest to safeguard the Infinity Stones and defeat Thanos once and for all. Or at least, it would…

  • What Makes a Hero?

    A couple of days ago, Rawle Nyanzi made a thoughtful post about virtue and heroism. I think he hit the nail on the head by attacking the notion that heroism and villainy are subjective. Heroes can be found in every corner of the globe. From Chinese wuxia tales to Western knights-errant, classical Japanese samurai to modern day manga…

  • Instrument of Wrath

    The penthouse was a hard target. On the upper floor, armed guards peered out the windows, watching for the cops. At least two of them, with body armor and carbines and white full-face masks. On the lower floor, two more patrolled the outdoor terrace, watching over the hostages. I counted six captives, hands cuffed behind…

  • Reflections on the Pulp Revolution

    A fortnight ago, Jesse Abraham Lucas wrote a blog post that resonated with me. He wrote about what PulpRevvers call GroffinGate, in which an Internet commentator named Groffin said (among other things): And for all your glorification of the insular and self-aggrandizing indie-literature circuit, you have no minds of comparable skill or prestige, and will not for…